Innocent: Tate Langdon/ Kit Walker

8

DARCY

My sobs echoed in my little white bathroom as I harshly dragged the razor over my bare skin, making it instantly bleed. I sniffles and made 6 more marks, warm blood running down my pale arm.

"What are you doing..." I heard I frightened voice by the door ask. I turned quickly to see Tate, starring at my wounds. I sucked in sharply and shook my head. Tate calmly walked over to me and turned on the sink, I watched as the water flowed from the faucet, it looked so free. He gently grabbed my arm and put it under the cold water, the blood finally disappearing. I couldn't manage to look in his concerned eyes.

"Why are you hurting yourself." He voice shook a little but he remained firm. I let out a small whimper and slowly shook my head.

"I deserve it." I whispered, choking on my words.

"No you don't!" He spat out causing me to flinch.

"What happened at school?" He said, rubbing my back lightly. I finally looked up at him, a tear streaming down my face.

"The called me ugly and said I should go b-back to where I belong..." I sniffled,

"But I don't know where I belong!" I cried out, placing my throbbing head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my small waist and let out the tiniest sigh.

"You belong with me." He cooed,

"What else did they say?"

"They told me that I wasn't welcome... and that I didn't have the appearance of a "Cali girl"" I sighed. He chuckled while I crunched my nose up.

"What." I asked a little harshly, looking at his brown eyes.

"I've seen you workout, you have the best body. You are the most gorgeous girl I've ever met. You have the cutest, dorkiest laugh and your smile makes me awe. You have an amazing personality, and you're just a cute person. Those girls are just jealous." I let out a little laugh and shook my head once more, not believing him.

"I mean it." He said with a solid tone, I looked up and put my uncut arm around his neck, rubbing gently. His eyes searched mine as I pulled his head down to mine.

"Will you let me kiss you..?' I whispered, not knowing if this was exactly the "right time". He blushed and nodded. I slowly brought my face up to his until our lips were barely grazing each others. I could feel his hot breath on my wet face, I finally connected our lips, getting a rush all throughout my body. I smiled and pulled away, grabbing his hand. He looked at our hands and he couldn't hide his silly smile that made my heart buzz.

"Promise you won't hurt yourself?" He asked, a glint of pain in his eyes. I just looked at him for a minute, trying to find my answer.

"I'll try."